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Before My Pen Is Hushed


      Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
            Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath violets,
Let me write one everlasting, eternal, immortal verse;
                  Of the ravaged garden of my life.

      I want to hear a bird song when I quietly glide away,
With a sigh, I will lay my pale form down peacefully;
            I have willed my Keepsakes and my musing poems,
The Angel of death, will take my hand into another realm;
                  And the drums of time will cease.

      Oh, it has been a life full of happiness entwined with sad,
I have travelled many different roads to get to Tranquillity;
           The chapters of my life are full of the dead and undead,
Memories of childhood, family, friends and pets I loved;
                  The scars of life stab my soul.

      I do not fear death and I am ready to go through the gate,
But I will miss nature, the woods and the waters moving;
            And as I walk the silent passage alone to my eternal night,
Think of me as being set free and soaring high up above;
                  I lived a life weather-stained with tears.

      Leaving life is something we all must do; it is written,
I was held by a thread in this earthly realm until that last gasp;
            Now, all I know is the peacefulness of a leafy tree above,
Drifting blue clouds and rain falling gently on my resting place;
                  I was a shadow on the wall of time.

      Do not weep over my eternal grave heartbroken my dears,
I have followed the beautiful Angels footsteps to heaven;
           My poetry is timeless, ageless, and will always remain,
I have shed this earth bound life and I am a butterfly set free;
                  I drank from the deep blue cup of life.

      So come, dear hearts and plant some pretty flowers in Spring,
I am at last united with all my beloved who have gone before;
             Touch my name and remember me for my beauty,
And although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;
                  Now, I exist in another realm.

____________________
August 26, 2015

Epic


Submitted to the Premiere Contest Number Five
Sponsor, A Skat

Tenth Place



Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015


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Eternity in Sunrise

  Spring awakens to remnant snow
  As winter meets his quietus, he has to go
  Soon daffodils will lithely sway
 And spring's rhapsody will rule the day

 Cherry blossoms put on a show
 Telling their story in a beautiful way
 Butterflies will come out to play
 As spring offers her sweet bouquet

 Under fathomless blue skies
 Spring transforms the landscape
 I see eternity in dawn's sunrise
 As the season of blooms takes shape
                     -
 3-17-18
 Contest - Five Words Please
 Sponsor- Broken Wings
 
 


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018


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Living In The Dark


It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.

Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.

Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash from crematory tells
a tale where quietus intrepidity sells
the silent impetus toward a life of many hells.

Walled inside this ebon murk, my emotion wells;
beyond they lurk, those who are sane, their tale retells
how life is to live, and the end but brief farewells.

Though my will may bend, it is I that death compels.


02/16/2018


Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018


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Rose


I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
     my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
        come the next dawn- I will be withered gone.

A girl brought me to this vast place of deep tears,
     her sad weeping wet my soft red velvet petals;
she had plucked me from my shade in her little garden,
          oh, I was so happy there growing by the fence.

I heard her say the word baby in her sadness,
     then she placed me gently on this cold tomb to die;
will I bring the baby peace- will the baby know me,
          soon we are alone, baby and me- hello I whisper.

My name is Rose, soon I will join you in the other world,
     that night I watched the moon and stars above;
for the last time I knew the dawn and then I gasped,
           all was still -  I was in the hand of a child.

The child pressed me to his lips and kissed me beautiful,
     my petals were no longer brittle cold but lovely;
and here we lay under the blue azure sky and cool earth,
         a rose and a baby boy, joined in death by eternal love.

For years we listen to birds singing and wind sighing,
     the rain gently falling and snowflakes drifting in winter;
birds in circled flight above and distant whispers of love,
          and the tears of an old woman falling on our tomb. 
____________________
August 23, 2016

Verse/Personification

For the contest, And In The Words, She Blooms
sponsor, Casarah Nance

First Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016


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This Quietus - Death

This quietus death – sweet release- a rhapsody enwrapping you. Fathomless it is; pain will cease. This quietus death – sweet release! Your story does not end, for peace lasts an eternity when life's through! This quietus death – sweet release- a rhapsody enwrapping you. March 24, 2018 for Broken Wing's "5 Words Please" Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018


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Voyage To Eternity

Voyage To Eternity Such quietus when I walk in... this place so calm and void of din. But still, a rhapsody within I hear...so beautiful...akin to music from a violin and angels singing hymns therein; fathomless sounds that soon begin to race my heart, goose-bump my skin. Eternity unfolds herein... I'll rest in peace with no chagrin. The story of my life will spin my deeds I hope, with grace, not sin. And here I'll be, frame old and thin... in mausoleum, with my kin. But angels will my soul unpin... as God awaits with welcomed grin. Sandra M. Haight ~6th Place~ Premiere Contest: Best Rhyming Poem in March Sponsor: Laura Loo Judged: 04/05/2018 ~3rd Place~ Contest: Five Words Please Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 03/31/2018 Required words used in order of appearance: quietus rhapsody fathomless eternity story


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018


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Embraced for Eternity

You were there in the night
Sensual rhapsody evolved 
With a safe place in sight
Our love mystery was solved

I can still feel your hair
A fathomless love union found
With invincible care
Synchronicity to be crowned

We discovered our bliss
Beyond quietus it would be
No longer would we miss
The truth in visions that we see

It was our love story
Silently falling into place
A familiar glory
For eternity we embrace

Heidi Sands

3/21/18

*Placed 2nd for the  5 word contest. 
Words required:  Rhapsody, Fathomless, Quietus, Eternity, Story

Syllables 6,8,6,8


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018


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BRUISED THRU ETERNITY


My sad life story lacks glory. Fathomless singed pain bears my name as echoed in gray rhapsody. My sad life story lacks glory and will bruise thru eternity for no quietus seeks its aim. My sad life story lacks glory. Fathomless singed pain bears my name.
... CayCay Jennings March 27, 2018


Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018


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Eve of Eternity

She couldn't contain her rhapsody demeanor much more
hugging her husband and gushing with excitement as he closed the door
the third class cabin was modest but she thought it would do
finally spending time together in this steerage cabin room

After dining together and playing cards with some other passengers
they retired to their cabin and did some reading till their eyes tired
then they spooned together in the darkness of the room
and made passionate love being they were on their honeymoon

Sound asleep till they we're abruptly awaken by a violent jarring
finding out from people running about it was from an icebergs scarring
throwing on their overcoats they we're thrown two lifejackets
and fought their way up to the top deck amidst all the panic

Their weary eyes saw the last lifeboat being lowered down to the ocean
many brave men staying behind waving trying not to show emotion
the newlyweds hugged each other while their faces wept
about to go down with the ship into the fathomless depths

They held hands while trying with all their might to hold on and grip
as the ship rose up perpendicular making them and others slip
the ship now offered nothing but quietus to the passengers on board
as they both plummeted in slow motion down to the ocean floor

Some survivors in the Titanic lifeboats watched with pitiful awe
while others who lost loved ones lost control and bawled
the ones who lost many possessions tried not to show too much enmity
while the newlyweds love story would last for all eternity.


3-18-18


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2018


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Little Boy's Rhapsody

You suffered a fathomless and immeasurable death, 
          guess my womb is the   o n l y   home you’ll ever know-
You never got the chance to take your first breath, 
  and this story ends in a perpetual eternity of woe. 
         I remember trying to wake you by  w i g g l i n g  your toe. 

        In blissful rhapsody your tiny body now lives, 
your final quietus grave is where I go to talk to you-
             I know it’s my pitiful self I must learn to  f o r g i v e, 
see my world from a much different point of view. 
  To all this  m i s e r y  I must learn to say “adieu”.

    So I return to my double life lived since you died, 
             one part of me  h e a l e d, the other not the same-
When I tell others I am okay they know I lied, 
because deep down it’s always been me I blame. 
        You're just an innocent boy without a  s p o k e n  name. 

       In the depths of the shadows I  w e e p  and I mourn, 
for there is nothing else I’d rather be doing-
         I try to let go yet it seems my heart is still torn, 
  now a wicked storm in my heart is brewing. 
          I  n e v e r  got to hear you laugh loudly while cooing. 

                        Freedom from these  s h a c k l e s  shall never exist-
                  as I remember your cold forehead I gently  k i s s e d. 
 



1.  rhapsody 2.  fathomless 3.  quietus  4.  eternity  5.  story

Five Words, Please - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
March 12, 2018


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2018


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Lodge Pole Rhapsody

I wake up in this fine old house, where the quietus is tangible The silence, almost palatable, that has a pulse I've felt before I rise to watch the sun come up. Another day to feel the gulf that lies between two worlds. I'm reaching for my coffee cup, and hold the warmth against my breast as if it were my friend I'll step onto the old screen porch, so grateful for the wind The morning sun is still the same as it filters through the lodge pole pines, The breezes play a rhapsody, with melodies, resigned The lyrics have been changed this time, with words I cannot bear The story seems too fathomless, to even shed a tear I can see into eternity, across the western sky as wind knocks down a lone pinecone, from branches swaying high Pine cones give up everything, ….everything they have Small miracles are seeds that grow, from trees that reach the sky The questions they are asking, and the same ones that we'll cry W h y Oh Lord... W h y oh, Lord... Dear God,... please tell us why.... There are reasons we aren't meant to know,... yet will we ask until we die
_____________________________________________ 3/28/18 For Contest: "5 Words Please"--- Sponsor: Broken Wings 1. rhapsody 2. fathomless 3. quietus 4. eternity 5. story


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2018


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the kissing ground

Sophie's sweat 
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles 
from a Sickroom -
a death ward

where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords 
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath 
marquis de sade stumps

Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s headstone

the stench of brother’s legacy
replaces
a protected breath
and a Dead Mother can 
descry muted 
caterwauls 
between
the Clock and the Bed

the two guardians of quietus
merely exit
this clotted bridge
contemptuously -
in soured and 
staled 

delight


Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2009


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Just before the rain

I’m happiest when the weather is gloomy and threatening rain. Its tendency, this low pressure, forces most people to remain inside comfortable houses. Outside becomes much quieter assuming a shushed quietus that wouldn’t normally occur if the day were a sunny one; so I pray that this low holds fast concealing the intrusive sun behind the looming overcast while I revel in its stillness and its lugubrious bleakness.


Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2012


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The Gold Rush

They must have thought that I was brought here to do the numbers....
Ninty-nine's einsteinium square dance razzle dazzle then you shuffle a masque ?
Halloween arrived although ushering in an unknown, mutation towards 
These centripetal forces ? Ancient's prophecy to bring into fold of trembling 
Foretold standing at their threshold love's thresher; combatant the messenger
If all else shall fail ? Indubitable, unto His heavens as her Angels whom know..
Quietus with hands full of good tidings this heart and a golden marionette ?
Crossing inevitables Mason-Dixon line; cyber space Spirits humanity; poetics Waterloo.




Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013


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Is Death an Igbo Man

IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN? Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus from Vaults and Sons International. My containers don arrive?’ Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From: —Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan— —Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan— —Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo— —Russia—Yemen—Israel— —Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina; but some of the goods (carrion) were mutilated, and left for Vultures.’ Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960). Oga at the top has finally heard His people’s cry by reason of their taskmasters.’ Grave: ‘Goodluck Sah!’
©Angel Simon 2013 Amidst global political upheaval and terrorist pandemonium which has increased mortality rate incessantly, this poem (written in a dialogic format) is a conversation between two business partners- Oga Quietus(Death) and Grave who both trade in Carrion (dead bodies). The ethnical and symbolic relevance of the Igbo Man for Death is because Death shares some of the typical Igbo Man's commercial doggedness. Some of which are industry, enterprise and adventure. Death is really industrious in his Carrion business as we see his branches in the above mentioned nations topping its supply list from Grave. Enjoy!


Copyright © Ajayi Angel-Simon | Year Posted 2013


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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS

A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
                                     You tramped for a season
                                          With a puffy trunk
                                      Along dangerous paths—
                              Waded on puddles and quagmire,
                                    Scuffed your flat feet and 
                          Trampled it on serpents and scorpions
                                 To bid my glorious existence…

I lost my balance
When I felt your expiration from my pubis.
I staggered in pain
Like a fowl stripped off by fierce breeze.

                                                    My physique—
Which a thousand-and-one-princesses adore—
                                                       Is distorted.
The trunk you both carry—
Through rocky hills and sloppy mountains—
Is now an elephantine for the other leg.

Oh! Your cessation is at break of dawn
      You danced to the tune that glooms souls
           You are bereft of ambling
                 On such and such burg…
                        You hurried for the Golden City.

The scorch sun and mild moon cloy
You take pleasure in the one-off of quietus…

With streams of briny water
Rolling down my cheek,
I watched you wriggling helplessly to and fro—
After being ricocheted on Death's spindly pole:
Death clasped your brawny brittle bones.
You swell, swelter, near bursting,
Impatient for suppuration in your crimson attire.

                                         Farewell!
                            You scoot the living abode
                          On mutilated soles and toes;
                                                                                 My precious leg!
                                                                         In your gracefulness,
                                                                   I created beautiful traits.
                                                 I'm left limping as you're supplanted
                                       By quasi-legs and crutches.
Will you ever return?
Even in posterity…   

HAIKU FOR DAD
                                       Dad! Why? Another crutch?
                                            Both legs amputated
                                 You couldn't stay; you loved mum.
Your Love, Angel Simon.
On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand...*tears*


Copyright © Ajayi Angel-Simon | Year Posted 2012


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Blue Iris

Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse.
I shall not warn my successors, no—instead
I shall laugh 
A Godless laugh 
From this unlit, inward tower 
At the Thoms ever drawn to a fog-rent
Harbor of Lights,
Forever in flight 
t’wards a searing promise:
“The shadow of your smile when you are gone.”

Softly flows
The Months; cadence down
The end of Years,
All Great Whites closely duty-bound
Gleaned russet stress and tears.
All I do 
As gardens do
As zephyr hewn
Is wash my hands
I watch my hands
Just watch them grow—  
Closing impossible crimes
By the cold March of Time.

Shall I catastrophe? I shall wasp anew
Geronimo! hellbent swoons: withered Eye see U:
A veldt vision on this peace of death
That singes arrows unto my breast,
Non-quietus—not of suede nor hawthorn
That singing! Unveiled Vistas Reborn.

The summer breeze made chill wastrel flames,
E'en herrings dappled across minstrel viridian 
All bearing my name.  
Subtlety 
Is your root, surely as I inhale the palpitations 
Of this noxious City so small 
Yet so grand in its delusion.

Rachel or Leah? Suffice it (and damn it, too), at least Jacob’s subtle darkness 
Invited crystal warmth to dine on elegant raindrops. At Life I laugh,
And Life laughs long, dreamy along kestrel seams. I dine 
On sweet air.

Despised dream origin. 
Quickly, quickly, awaken me—unwrap 
Your blessed hearths, creature,
And begone—I despise 
Your balance of whimsy; I despise 
All of your beauty.


Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2016


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Found

Found
With
Succour
Quietus
Lost


Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010


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Quietus of a Bird: Entity of Serenity

The death of a bird is the death of a song
Like the melody of its lasting breath
Sliced down from an invisible blade of the wind
The quietus of a bird defeats the entity of nature itself
The bereavement of this serenoa
Would bring dissolution upon the serenity
Of this calmness of peace
Even a soul-less renegade or heartless machine
Could enjoy this peace, list it a virtue
The cessation of the entity that was this
Winged small angel of animal
Not the end, but a new beginning
In its nest, its offspring has spread their wings
To continue the siren song of its nature
The sky is the limit, is the sweat visible on its face
Only the beating wings claim its words
Confidence, majestic, determined
But its ruination, the quietus, the bereavement
Which make the ponderer, wanderer wonder
Wonder what's the true meaning of the circle
Does it start with something living, end with an idea
Does the death of a bird equal the cessation of a melody


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016


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ZYX

Zapping your xylophone
While viewing unhappiness
The still reverberating quietus
Pounds on my limbo.
Kings jump in high garters
Feathered elands dive
Catching beautiful aardvarks.


Copyright © Jo Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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The Road We Travel

We taunted by those we love, 
Fastened by those we meet.
We are endangered by the future,
Rescued by fate.
We are wearied by stage,
Refreshed by ending.
We are put into strife by ambition,
And receded by triumph.
We are afflicated by passion,
Wounded by persuasion.
We are failed by our efforts,
Consoled by our past.
We are shattered by experience,
Reconditioned by consequence.
We are held by false,
And evicted by truth.
We are pursued by gloom,
Eluded by fire.
We are bothered by reality,
Delighted by fantacy.
We are incarcerated by existance,
Set fee by quietus.


Copyright © Nontando Sibanda | Year Posted 2013


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Today

Today is the day
 I perceive
That I am the absolute candidate 
For quietus.
Today is the day 
I grade 
From the university of life,
My thoughts cease.

Today is the day 
I lay my head on my bolster,
To turn it no more.
Today is the day 
I accept 
My rest a stone.
Today is the day 
I let a full stop be placed,
After many, many commas and semicolons.

Today is the day
Roses, Petunias and Lillies be gathered,
And placed by my head.
Today is the day
Flowers are going to wither,
Death is mine.
Today is the day 
The aroma thereof shan't cause me to sneeze.

Toady is the day 
Possibilities end, 
For anything and everything.
Today is the day 
I live onus and life and passion,
And place my hands over my head.

Today is the day 
I reach a dead end,
Today is the day
I lean,
Toady is the day 
I take the honor of forever.




Copyright © Nontando Sibanda | Year Posted 2013


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Welcome to Murkland

Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin, the Piper plays our rudder;
Garudas’ quietus ballroom-mance veils lioness earthbound shudders
Vindicating tincture. 
Come speak as One or risk the Sun 
Melting e’en your physical fixture.

Rainforests, peripheral phantoms
Meshing lanterns; coalescing unwound mummy-cloth sanctums.
Opium deserts, 
Drear-dreaming desolates—we inhale brimstone, we imprison Nymph oxygen
Together Daedelus;
Einstein;
Victor Frankenstein.

Delirium waterfalls brew spirits despite ballets
Heating gloam flintlock
In Nem-kissed cabernets
Cascading pyre dunes endlessly:
Nine inward tales lost in Ambrosia unbelonging,

Scorching any falsely fairer,
Side-thrusting ineffective suffocation
With undead rapiers. Who dares desire to replace You
Shall receive Bubonic nebulas, past arbalest
Exhibiting thrones’ cobalt fire under Babylon’s command,
silent yet laughing always waiting for zero
hands cannot wait they tremble
we dissemble they commend grown avatars
youthful Avatars: hawks circling together,
Smiling, sardonically tired of this world
Trapped within thunder,

As gorgeous black does spool this secret:
Those of us who have strayed from The Path
Disintegrate into cinnamon
For common use. Therein, use the fallen well,
Persephone's stair of the past—   
only in dreams Hades’ Wint has passed
hinterland skies embracing crescents’ fast
below our lone, draped behemoth ‘cross cities’ paradox
in the midst of a nightly, playful wink. 

We daemons tacit vacant love insane.
Alucard, Alistaire, Allwein: Remove your Glove—dispatch that Vein.

Your pact with us has just begun,
Though fear us not, O Clem, who’s won?:
Escape's been reared by us—reality fears Your perennial face;
Your marrow trills—now Murkland strafes:
Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur;
To siphon Your Color——A New Corridor.


Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2017


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Quietus

I still awake with the words 'Why'
The only colour a burnt black
The only sound
The clocks distorted whine

A cup of tea tastes bitter
When accepted by stained lips
Last nights tears bid for revival
As life again begins without you


Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2010


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Vignette-Faith quaternion

Hush,is that a knock upon your door,
A guest,who is seeking more,
Someone,perhaps come to dine
A feast for two and then
Converse in fellowship divine

Fall has the middle wall,
In two,the veil is  torn
Emnity has no call-
With Him,our cornerstone
No longer,we....forlorn

Is Hades your sheol
Quietus staging post
A chasm to separate,
Paradise from Hell

Will you await along the lake,
Resurrection's second death-
Or be a name in the Book of Life
His name on your forehead 


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012